Despite what did and didn't happen in between. What was and was not said. What should have and should not have been done. Despite all of that, every time you return, it's still as wonderful as when you first arrived.

Something needs to change. Whether that "something" needs to be within my environment or within myself, I am not sure. There is a void that needs to be filled.

I said never and always; meaning foreign to my tongue, and still foreign to your own.

The weight of a thousand suns came crashing down on me, scolding my skin. Yet, just as quick, the realization came pouring down like cool rain. Now, with inevitable damage, to carry on.

There comes a point when it just stops being worth it.